Through the Air Vent

The opening act was a Hawaiian ukulele klezmer band
from Tibet
                              the perfect address for a tombstone
              powder blue w/rust discoloration
                                                                a bumper sticker so faded it’s
now the ghost of a message
                                                a leap of bad faith
                              torn paper so much like broken glass
cobwebs & tidepools & rocks that blink when stared at
tenderly collapse
                                                & you sail away on an iron wing
scorching the counterfeit bottle of pills left on a shelf of
sea mist
              a shelf that dissolves at your touch
& like sunlight tuning up inside a drop of water my eyes
ping-pong across the strings
                              destined for harmonies usually reserved for
a punk guitarist with epilepsy